The winter outside my window sugarcoats the evergreens, a dream
that appears like a small snowy kitten, padding quietly into my room
on cold winter mornings. Her paws are the icy whisper of snowflakes
piling up against the sides of houses on rich residential streets.
I keep notes from all my crushes at school in a box under my bed.
I’ve been told to pray for a heart as white as snow, although
I’m not sure what this is supposed to mean. I still can’t wear white
because I can’t keep it clean.
School was canceled once, because of the winter outside my window.